Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews/faves. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've spent ages writing and rewriting it and I'm still not really happy with it... but there we go.

When Yaz left for work she dropped the Doctor off at the TARDIS to wait for her return. Goodness knew what she was going to get up to while she was gone, but at least she wasn't bothering her family who had actually not returned before they left.

The Doctor on the other hand… well she also didn't know what to get up to. While walking round the console for about the hundredth time she groaned, "how long to go?" she spoke into the empty room, but the TARDIS heard and flashed the time on the screen. "Ergh really?! What am I supposed to do for 12 hours?"

A small noise.

"Alright I know I could travel anywhere but I don't want to go anywhere. What I want is to go in the car with lights and sirens on but Yaz still won't let me," she scrunched her face up in annoyance.

Another noise.

The Doctor rolled her eyes, "alright stop getting vehicle envy you know you're still my favourite. I just don't want to go right now!" This time the TARDIS practically screamed at her. "Ergh! Fine, be that way. I'm going out," she picked her coat back up from where she'd left it and stormed out. "Moody sod," she muttered as she shut the door before realising the weather. "Rain? Seriously? Sheffield I thought better of you. Poor Yaz is out on patrol tonight be nice."

Unfortunately her speech didn't change the weather so she needed to find shelter. Giving in and going back to open the TARDIS door she found it wouldn't open. "Ergh! Stop being so selfish! Where am I gonna go now?" She turned around, leaning against the door and opening her eyes, looking right at Yaz's flat. "Worth a try I guess. Oh Yaz is gonna kill me…"

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By the time she made it to her door, the Doctor was soaked through. "Bloody rain, why won't you just switch off like on Karaconus. Much better weather system." She knocked on the door.

Najia answered the door, "oh gosh Doctor you're drenched! Come on in and get dried off, you can borrow some of Yaz's clothes. She's at work at the moment love but I'm sure she won't mind." She moved out of the way to allow her in and shut the door. "Horrible weather out there isn't it?"

"Hadn't noticed," the Doctor replied a little sarcastically but scrunched her face up. "Sorry, that was rude wasn't it? Yaz keeps telling me off. I'm pretty bad at this."

Sonya came out into the hall, "oh, hello again. Your girlfriend isn't here."

"Sonya Khan don't be so rude," Najia glared at her daughter. "Go and find something the Doctor could wear, and a towel." She slumped off into her sister's bedroom, leaving Najia to guide the Doctor into the living room. "Let me make you a cup of tea, help warm you up."

"Oh yes, tea fixes everything. Bought me back to life once actually," she tailed off. "That's not believable is it? Just forget I said that. Tea would be great, thanks," she mumbled through to the end of the sentence regretting actually starting it. Thankfully Najia laughed it off and went to put the kettle on.

The Doctor stood in the middle of the lounge, not entirely sure what to do with herself. Thankfully Sonya reappeared and handed her clothes, "there ya go. You could do with a style change."

"What's wrong with this look? Yaz likes it!" she looked down at her rather damp clothes.

Sonya smirked, "yeah I bet she does. You can change in her room," she shrugged and walked off back to her own room.

Walking into Yaz's bedroom felt a little weird. She quickly changed into the provided clothes - squeezing into these incredibly tight trousers - why did they feel like they were eating her legs? How did Yaz wear these? At least the jumper was comfortable. It was red with a star… how many of these did she own? "Guess you do really like the stars then," she muttered into the room, walking around and looking at some of the parts of her room. There was a small teddy bear sat in the middle of her bed. The Doctor sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the small toy, smiling.

"That's her boo bear, she's had that thing since she was born," Najia interrupted the silence, "here we go," she handed the Doctor a mug of tea. "Are you okay Doctor?"

"Me? Oh yeah I'm fine," she put the bear down as she took the mug. "Always fine me. Sorry for intruding."

Najia sat down on the bed, "oh Doctor it's no problem. Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"

"Well there's always plenty I want to talk about, love talking. Usually gets me in trouble though… or out of trouble, depending on the day. Why, did you want to talk?" she asked, sipping at the tea.

"Oh I was just wondering why you turned up here so damp, do you not have an umbrella?"

Najia looked concerned, the Doctor wasn't entirely sure why - it was only water. "Used to, very impractical to carry around all the time - weighs you down. Try and avoid rain anyway, just move away from it."

Her concern just seemed to be added to, it was very strange. "Don't you have a home then?"

"Eh… home, box, depends on your definition really. Don't like settling down, too boring. No offence, your home is lovely," she quickly tried to save that moment.

"You live in a box?" Najia asked.

The Doctor suddenly realised what she said, Yaz was going to go mad. "Well, it's a very roomy box."

"Well," Najia placed a hand on her shoulder, "you can stay here as long as you need. I'll give you a few minutes. Yaz won't mind you being in here."

She had no idea… "right yeah, thank you."

Once Yaz's Mum had left the room she stood up again and continued exploring the room for a while. There were plenty of family pictures around which made her smile, young Yaz was very sweet. The Doctor glanced at the clock, "ergh your shifts are too long Yasmin Khan," she groaned and sat down on her chair, spinning around in boredom.

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Yaz's parents insisted she stay overnight and so when Yaz arrived in front her nightshift just after 8 she found the Doctor sat at their table with a bowl of coco pops and a mug of tea. "Doctor what..."

"Yaz you're back! Dya know these are really good," she gestured to her bowl and took another mouthful. "Need to get some of these."

"I swear we had a conversation about this," Yaz crossed her arms.

"Cereal? Don't think so," she spoke, mouth half full.

There was a groan from Yaz, "I'm too tired for this. How long have you been here?"

"Oh she stayed the night love, I assumed you wouldn't mind," Najia entered the room. "Good shift?"

She gave a small nod but glared at the blonde sat at the table, "Doctor we need to go."

"You only just got home!" Najia pointed out. "Besides, she has nowhere to go."

Yaz looked from her mother to the Doctor and back, "how did you reach that conclusion exactly?"

Najia guided her daughter out into the hall and spoke quietly, "she told me last night she only has a box."

Yaz rolled her eyes, "it's a big box."

"That's what she said, but that's not healthy Yasmin. Aren't you concerned?"

She chuckled, "oh most definitely not. At least, not about the Doctor's living arrangements anyway. Plenty of concern about the last 12 hours," Yaz replied and went back into the kitchen. "We're going. Come on."

Yaz practically marched the Doctor out of the flat and then suddenly noticed something.

"What on earth are you wearing?"